Emmy takes on the Emmy's..

When the Emmy nominations were announced on Thursday, I was one unhappy Emmy. Once again, the awards show neglected to fulfill my always burning desire to see seriously underappeciated TV get recognition (although, really the award show's name would suggest otherwise). Pushing Daisies was nearly neglected (thank god for a Kristen Cheno nod!). NPH was denied (although he is hosting the show). The United States of Tara barely made the cut (at least they recognized Toni Collete's brilliance). And worst of all, True Blood was completely shut out (how much does that one suck!)! If this Emmy had any actual input, things would be mighty different.

But even in this haze of terrible misrepresentative judgements, I managed to find some solace in the fact that the truly awesome Jemaine Clement (a.k.a. the better half of Flight of the Conchords) got some Emmy love. And no, I'm not just talking about the overwhelming fangirly sentiments he gets from me on a regular basis - although those are at an all-time high at this moment in time.

In honor of my anger at those other Emmy peeps out there, I present Bret's angry dance montage (frustrated dance-outs are always the answer(!) - just ask my homeboy, Ren McCormack) from Flight of the Conchords. And in honor of Mr. Clement's nom, enjoy this autre fantastique samplemoose of le genius that is Jemaine and Bret.

Mood Music: "I'm Not Crying" by Flight of the Conchords

The United States of Tara's "Betrayal": Not-so-brotherly love..

When did that sweet little Andrew Lawrence become a man-slut?! He totally broke my (and Marshall's!) heart tonight on The United States of Tara.

His character, Jason, has been having a secret fling with Tara's son Marshall. Last week, the duo shared their first kiss on Marshall's bed and this week, they decided that maybe they might make their bedroom escapades a regular thing. The secret relationship was hopelessly adorable and on the verge of really going somewhere. But then, Tara's alter ego "T" came into the picture and fucked it all up.

While Marshall went inside the house to talk to his dad, T lured Jason to the shed in the backyard and came on to him. Still kind of confused about his sexuality, Jason gave in. And of course, Marshall came into the shed and saw everything.

I literally yelled "FUCK!" at the screen when this happened. Marshall is the only character on that show that seems like a decent person and they had to wreak havoc on his well-earned happiness (Diablo Cody, I'm talking to you!). I don't blame him for kicking Tara out of his room when she tried to apologize for T's slutty shenanigans later on. Even if she wasn't "herself", who wants to see, let alone talk to the person who made the person you like break your heart?

I would have totally broke up with this show if Diablo and co. hadn't redeemed themselves with the final scene of the episode. In an (uncharacteristic) act of rage, Marshall put on a Billie Holiday record and set the shed on fire. The episode ends with a bittersweet and beautiful shot of him sitting stone-faced on a lawn chair as the family watches the shed burn down. Suck it Jason and T!

Mood Music: "Corners of My Mind" - Nikka Costa / "Glitter" on DIVA (Seriously.)